A few years ago, I joined a software start-up as a sales representative in their Charlotte office. The company was headquartered in Silicon Valley. It was considered by the industry as an ideal place to be at that moment due to the rumors that we would become an acquisition target by one of the giant software firms in the next 12 to 18 months.
All of my interviews took place at the company HQ on the same day. They flew me out to the West coast as the result of strong phone interviews and personal recommendations. I would meet with the head of HR, the VP of Sales, and the CEO all in one day. Although nerve-wracking for me, it was the most convenient way to schedule this for everyone involved. The interviews went well and I received a generous job offer.
Three weeks later, I was ready to start my first day on the new job. My manager, who lived in Chicago, indicated that I should ask for Mary Lynn when I arrived. The Charlotte office was actually an executive office suite that had a common reception area and shared admin staff for the several firms who rented offices there. Mary Lynn was the receptionist for the entire shared office suite. She was absolutely stunning. Dark brown hair, light suntan, hard, hard, hard body and a great smile. She dressed in a completely professional manner, with an expensive looking silk blouse and a tight skirt. The skirt definitely showed off her figure, but it was business-appropriate with a hemline a few inches above her knees.
Mary Lynn was obviously making a real effort to keep it all under wraps. With her body, it was a losing battle. It would simply be impossible for her to dress demurely enough to deflect attention. She was nice, but not flirty. Selfishly, my initial thought was that maybe we could be successful in growing the business in the region to the point where we needed our own office - and we would take Mary Lynn with us.
With Mary Lynn standing only a feet away from me, I caught a whiff of her perfume. The scent launched me into a quick mini-fantasy of her serving as my administrative assistant. In my mind, she was always bending over in my office to pick up files, pens, paperclips, whatever. Mary Lynn broke my daydream by reaching out her hand to point towards the shared conference room.
While we were looking the room over, I had another vivid mental image pop into my head. Without asking, I would bend her over the gleaming conference table, rip her skirt off (zipper destroyed), pull down her panties, and ruthlessly fuck her from behind. Mary Lynn would protest a little, but then give in to the overwhelming, shuddering orgasm that I was providing her. (Clearly, I was going to have trouble getting any work done around Mary Lynn.)
She showed me around the common areas; copier room, mail room, kitchen, etc. My eyes were fixated on her chest, although I tried my best to maintain eye contact. Finally, Mary Lynn said "let me show you your office." When we walked through the door, she leaned on my desk with her legs crossed while I looked around and became acclimated. Mary Lynn stayed in that position, discreetly looking me over as if appraising a painting, while awaiting a verdict from me.
I smiled and said "very nice. Thank you for the tour." I honestly didn't mean it as a double entendre, but she took it that way. She gave me a very subtle smirk. I wondered how many cheesy pick up lines she received during any given day. She was undoubtedly the center of attention in a place like this. There were men all around, but very few women.
After a brief moment of silence between us, Mary Lynn smiled back at me with cool confidence and said, "I am sure you will like it here." As she stood up to leave, Mary Lynn asked "have you met Lisa yet?"
"No, not yet," I said. "I would like to. She is well respected out at headquarters in California. She had several "Salesperson of the Quarter" plaques hanging on the wall out there. Is she here today?"
"I haven't seen her, but I will let you know if she comes in," said Mary Lynn. "Will you be needing anything else?" My mind screamed "blow job." Somehow, I managed to engage my brain filter in the nick of time and kept that thought to myself.
Lisa was the other sales representative working out of the Charlotte office. I knew her by reputation only. Previously, I was her competitor. I had heard that she was very attractive, very smart, very charming, and highly principled. One always assumes that a beautiful woman in the software business must be using her looks to succeed, since the IT world is heavily populated by males. However, Lisa was a CPA with a dual degree in computer science, so she had technical chops as well as considerable visual artillery.
I spent the next couple of hours reviewing old proposals and reading through marketing materials. Around 11 am, Mary Lynn rang my extension and said, "Lisa just came in. I will tell her you are here."
Within minutes, Lisa knocked on my door and introduced herself. We exchanged pleasantries and played the "do you know so-and-so?" game. It turned out that we had several old colleagues and acquaintances in common.
Lisa was wearing a vibrant, royal blue wrap dress, which showed off her perfectly toned legs plus a little bit of cleavage too. Her outfit was totally professional, but I made a mental note that nobody would wear that outfit if they were easily offended or uncomfortable with male attention.
In contrast to Mary Lynn's professionalism, Lisa was very flirty with me. I caught her staring at my crotch a few times. Was this the way she acted in front of customers? I started getting an involuntary bulge in my pants, which made her smile. I pretended not to notice. Lisa profiled all of the key people out at headquarters. Basically, who to trust and who to watch out for. Once again, she stared at my semi-erect cock. This was no longer a coincidence. This was deliberate. I rambled on about something, but my mind was elsewhere. I had a flashback to every deal that I had lost to Lisa over the years. I started to gain some badly needed perspective. She was fighting with laser-guided missiles and I never had a chance.
When Lisa turned to leave my office, I decided to launch a missile of my own right at her. "Can I take you out for drinks after work? It's a nice day. We can sit outside somewhere."
"Yes, let's do that. The last guy in your role was obnoxious and I never liked him very much. It will be good to make a fresh start with you; get things off on the right foot."
At the end of the day, Lisa and I met in the parking lot. She gave me directions to a gourmet Mexican place nearby that she liked. As she did so, Lisa waved her arms around, pointing left and right, explaining how to get there. I was captivated by her ripped upper arms. She had total girl-guns. Her arms had nicely defined biceps with a hint of vein showing. She was feminine and not bulky by any means, but it was obvious that she hit the gym. I guessed that she was probably sporting low double-digit body fat.
I wondered where she worked out and how quickly I could join, if only to check her out in workout clothes. Before I could ask where her gym was located, Lisa opened the door to her car, a BMW 3 Series convertible, and sat down. As she did, her dress rode up all the way up her thigh. "Oops," she said with a wink.
When we arrived at the restaurant, it was packed with the twenty-something after work crowd. We were in our thirties, probably 10 years older than the average in the room, but both of us were managing to keep it together nicely - thank you very much - and we blended right in.
"This place has the best margaritas," Lisa explained, "and plenty of eye-candy too. I came here once with your predecessor, Bill, and he was a complete ass the whole time."
"What happened?" I asked, knowing she must have many tales up her sleeve. This was going to be a fun evening. She grinned and moved her bar stool a few inches closer to me so that she could relay the story in a conspiratorial way.
